"LET NOT YOUR HEART BE TROUBLED."
SWEETLY floating down the centuries, come to us the tender words, "Let not your heart be troubled." Look up, faint toiler in this workday life, and catch the music of this sentence as it falls from hallowed lips, "Let not your heart be troubled." Jesus says it to you. What love beams on his face! What tenderness! He knows how weak and frail you are. He sees that the path is narrow and rough. He sees that your feet are bleeding as you press along through the defile of poverty. He sees the parched lips; he hears the tremulous sigh, and he knows if it is for love of him, if indeed you are trying to follow in his way. "Let not your heart be troubled." The path of life is short. Do you tread on thorns? Each step makes the way shorter; each day you are nearer laying the burden down. "Let not your heart be troubled." You are going home. The care, and toil, and want of comfort, will all be forgotten as soon as you reach your Father's house. No more homesickness; no more reaching out for sympathy; no more weary, lonely hours. "Let not your heart be troubled." "Where I am, there ye may be also." Look forward. Thy furnace heats will die away; the tests will all be tried; the gold will appear. Have you lost friends?—He wishes to be beloved of your heart. Have you lost wealth?—It is that he may support you entirely. Are you sick?—He is the Physician. Are you a helpless widow?—Thy Maker is thy Husband. Are you bereft of earthly kindred?—Jesus is your Elder Brother. Do you suffer?—Lean upon him; he carries in his bosom those who are too feeble to walk by the way. How tender is his love! "As one whom his mother comforteth, so will I comfort you." Rest upon Jesus. "Let not your heart be troubled."—Selected.